We say to our children, “Did you make any new friends today?” So anxious are we for their social interaction and success. We communicate a need for them to make their world happen, as if God isn’t working things for good for those that love him.
We too “make” our lives happen. A spirit of expectation of the need to create or we live void of life? We teach our children to “make” and we live to “keep up with our neighbors.” I think we forget, our Creator is at work.
God Creates, we “recognize” His workings and are called into what HE IS DOING with our feet, our hands, our hearts
Some women shared a gathering recently, and I was again so aware of what I cannot “make” happen. My feet don’t work, my speech doesn’t work, my hands are weakening. . .and how easy it is to feel inept, without contribution. This is a very painful, poignant God lesson for me.
There is an unveiled, untold, uncelebrated recognition of what He does, has done and will do that is so much bigger than we can “make happen on our own.”
Recognition of His workings, His creations, His relationships is a powerful dynamic that highlights His Hand in providing for our needs. He provides for our need to connect through friendships.
I recognize him/her as a friend in how they:
*hold up a Godly standard
*love me unconditionally
*affirm our strengths
*gentle accountability with my weaknesses
*laugh and cry with me
*faithful and loyal
*the relationship just stirs my desire to be my very best when I am with them
*know how to carry light and know how to carry heavy
*remind me how to play
*offer a unique role
So today, as I think about my friendships,
I ask my Lord to recognize them, as not of my creation but of His making.
I strive to honor each and everyone as the gift it is from God.
If I could, I would invite each one of you to tea, with your favorite flowers on the table, your favorite homemade warm cookies on a tiered serving piece and a wrapped gift of your favorite perfume. I might say something like this. . . For example. . .
“You have sweetly served as the fragrance of Christ in my life in several ways. I just want to honor our friendship in sharing with you some of the ways you have blessed me. You have listened and affirmed my anger at this disease. You made space for my pain. You have been my hands in loving my daughters. You have seen through my weakness to the real me. You have brought flowers. You have cuddled in bed with me. You have left me a tear-filled voice mail. You have commented on my post. You tell me you miss me, You’ve encouraged my purpose. You’ve looked at me and meant it. You brought a warm meal. You drove my children. You made me feel special because you made time for me. You drove me to water therapy. You prayed for me. You loved me in my worst angst. You held my hand. You dropped a happy surprise and I don’t know your name. You made space for my need. You anchored hope, when I floated lost. You let me cry. You made me laugh. You’ve chased dust balls.”And on and on and on. . . .
And if I had it to do all over again, I’d talk to my girls after school, and ask them. . .
“Did you recognize any friendship offerings from the Lord today?”